…Piss Poor Performance.

Even HM Forces can alliterate. This was drummed into me at 19 years old.

Tomorrow is the 23rd.

Execute Plan A.

Buy Party Food for the next day.

Thursday is the 24th.

MY BIRTHDAY. Yay, I love birthdays.

Even when I have to do all the planning, shopping, preparation, cooking etc.

I’m going to make a trifle. Not for me to eat……….but as a fantasy of what my perfect birthday party would be.

Even though I KNOW I’ll be eating alone and going to bed at about 6pm with an audiobook.

C’est ma vie

Baby, you’ve been going so crazy
Lately, nothing seems to be going right
So low, why’d you have to get so low?
You’re so
You’ve been waiting in the sun too long